Priyanka's Last Chance

One last day, once last chance
I am not Jesus, but I try to forgive
But if by Monday my book is not with me
Not another day will I let you live

Foul creature, to thus defile knowledge
When you possess not the ability to wipe a shoe
If you dare procrastinate any longer
I’ll feed you barbed wire and let it pass through

On your writhing figure I shall spit and laugh
Kick you in the ribs and rub dirt on your face
Crush your bones with the very book you stole
Pour acid in your mouth and ask you how it tastes

It tastes bitter, but not as bad
As the grisly view that greets my eyes
There will be no greater relief for my soul
Than when I see you shudder to your demise